Vergil Devil May Cry 2 Novels & Stories

My gasps for air fell on deaf ears, as my lungs begged for relief. Facing him is like taking on a titan, but I refuse to cower. I may be a lamb, but I'll bite back like a fierce lioness. Instinct kicks in and my nails claw at his skin, drawing blood as I scratch him across the face. Saint releases his tight grip around my throat and I gasp for air. He snarls in fury, covering his now bleeding eye with a vengeful hand. My heart races as I catch my breath, rubbing my sore neck. The battle may be uneven, but I won't back down.

“Boss calls for you.” “Sorry?” “Don’t make me repeat myself.” Rising to my feet, I followed him to where the devil sat. “Sit,” the devil instructed, jerking his head to the empty seat opposite his. I did as I was told and Galileo disappeared. “Two escape attempts in less than 24 hours, do you really think you can just escape from me?” he inquired, his crooked eyebrow was the only movement on his stern face. He knew? “Uh, two…”

As if he sensed my orgasm was at the threshold, the Devil unloaded on me and my ass was pelted with slaps which were not targeted at my asscheeks only. "Fi-ve, ahh, six, se-ven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, ahh, Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty- oh my god, mhhmmmm…" I squirmed and drew my body forward, my feet shaking side to side and my butt throbbing in pain. The twenty- first strike was the most brutal, I could have sworn his palm was made out of flames, I was now extremely sore and tears had long stained my cheeks and flowed freely from my eyes, but this was the most aroused I had ever been.

Caleb's POV Pain shot through my head as I slowly regained consciousness. For a few seconds, I couldn't remember where I was. Then everything came rushing back in fragments. I remembered the argument with Evelina. Her rejection. Then she hit me with something. I touched the side of my head and winced. She had really hit me. I pushed myself up from the floor and looked around the room. The house was silent. Evelina was gone. My mind felt hazy, and my thoughts were scattered. I didn't want to stay there any longer, so I staggered outside, climbed onto my motorcycle, and drove straight home.

The others dove. She tore through the ramp just as Lucian emerged from another flight—bloodied, but alive. He leapt across the last step and dove into the passenger seat, dragging a second pistol from his coat. “Nice work,” he breathed. “Go left!” She took the wheel with both hands. “You're bleeding.” “I’m alive. Keep driving!” They rocketed out the garage and back into open city streets. Lights blurred. Sirens in the distance, but nothing trailing them yet.

“Let me guess, the mate bond isn’t as strong as you expected?’ “How did you know?” I asked, shocked. “I had my suspicions, this confirmed it. She has what is called Fatun Duplici,” H said seriously. “Double Destiny?” I asked. “What does that even mean? I have never heard of it.” “It simply means she has a mate for each side of her. A demon mate for her demon side, and an angel mate for her angel side. The connection she has with the angel is weakening your connection with her and vice versa. Only when she truly chooses a side with the full power of the bond take effect.” Valac explained. It instantly made sense to me why the pull she felt towards me wasn’t as strong as I had expected it to b

* Boom* a very loud like explosion sound was heard from where the devil and Celea fell, the interaction made the whole ground shake and even crack Celea had the upper hand in this fight but the devil isn't gonna give up just like that he then looked in the direction of Azar and Celea let her guard down to make sure Azar is still alive, he was indeed safe, she fell into the devils trap of making her lower her guard he then stood up very fast and stubbed her with his sword

The beast growled and leapt towards him, using its legs as a spring to reach him faster, Vergil merely stepped to the side and neatly dodged this cannonball of flesh and violence as it collided with a nearby wall. “Okay, so maybe not that fun. Very undisciplined fighters.” Vergil commented as he looked at the cloud of dust that his enemy had kicked up after crashing into the wall. But as he finished his sentence, he felt its fist collide with his stomach, he had managed to raise his guard at the last second, using his sword to block but he was flung backward nonetheless.

The vibrator hummed at its lowest setting as Emma trailed it along Alex's inner thighs, building anticipation without rush. Alex parted her legs invitingly. Emma settled between them, pressing the toy's tip lightly against her lover's slick folds. She moved it in lazy patterns, circling the sensitive bud before easing it inside just an inch, then withdrawing to let the vibrations tease. Alex's breaths grew deeper, her hips rolling in time with the gentle rhythm. "Right there... yes," she murmured, fingers gripping the sheets.

“There was a recent transaction of 400 million dollars from one of our accounts. I don't care how, but I want the owner of that account. You have ten minutes, Richard.” Before he could answer, I cut the call and began pacing my hotel room subconsciously. I stopped at the huge floor-to-ceiling window and stared outside at the waking city. Early morning traffic crept below, small and slow like insects in a jar. Exactly ten minutes later, I received an email from Richard. The account was tied back to Victor Vincetti, better known as Big V of the Vincetti family. An underground Mafia family deeply rooted in the streets of San Francisco.